Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.